Two birds flew swiftly overhead
One was Jane, the other Alfred
Jane chirped loudly, so I heard
“Are we separated from the herd?”
“Don’t worry,” said Alfred, “they will come
Stick with me and you’re always home”
Author: Frank Solanki
Making the world a better place one poem at a time.
Take My Hand and Promise Me
Take my hand and promise me
You won’t ever let go of me
Never ever let my skin erode
Or ever let my head explode
Never let my heart skip a beat
Or let my eyes grow obsolete
Never let me feel a pain
In my knees or in my brain
Let my neck endure no ache
Or ever let my backbone break
Just ensure that there’s no sign
In my body of decline
Still if He sends the Angel of Death
To break my nerves and take my breath
Rip apart my bones and skin
Grab hold of all my love within
Keep it in your heart and preserve
There, for eternity, I will serve
A Lovely Dove
Heal me with your love
Douse the fire in my heart
Like a lovely dove
With a lionheart
…
Your free spirit will taste
A raging soul disgraced
By the fear inside
For all the love I hide
Open the doors of glee
Rest your thoughts in me
Let my eyes see again
Everything but pain
…
Heal me with your love
Douse the fire in my heart
Like a lovely dove
With a lionheart
…
Freeze my ache, hold me
Hug me, jump, enfold me
As my soul’s unfurled
Let me see a blue world
Kiss me, love, embrace
The dark scars on my face
Love me, Love, hold me
Hug me, Love, enfold me
…
Heal me with your love
Douse the fire in my heart
Like a lovely dove
With a lionheart
…
Send me a ray wrapped in
A box with a card kept in
The deepest dark section
With love and affection
Of your precious, kind heart
Then tell me ‘Make a new start
With this light that I emit
So your heart may now be lit’
…
Heal me with your love
Douse the fire in my heart
Like a lovely dove
With a lionheart
One Month Down
One month down
Of this new year
And where do we stand?
Everything’s as it used to be
Or maybe things are changing
Yeah, things are getting worse
While We Blame Death
While we blame Death
And her gruesome scent
Suffering makes merry
To her heart’s content
Math vs. Poems
I am writing poems
When I should be doing math
But should I be doing math
When I can write poems?
Be Not Afraid Of Death
Son, be not afraid of Death
‘Tis my advice to you
Life will hurt you more
Than Death could ever hope to
The Curse Of The Lands
I surrender my heart
My body, my soul
My faith and my spirit
My one and my all
I surrender my trust
My power untried
My love and my wisdom
My freedom, my pride
I surrender my life
Put it all in your hands
Deliver me forever
From the curse of the lands
A Sky Full Of Stars
A sky full of stars
Each one has a story
Is yours, my dear friend
Wrapped in shame or glory?
The Blue Sky Calls My Name
All my life I have feared
I may lose all that’s dear
But now all that seems so clear
…
As I lie on this rough bed
As I count my final breaths
Death has lost all of its dread
…
Oh mother, you know I love you
Tell Dad I love him too
Oh lord, it was a thrilling ride
Going out with love and pride
Tell me, what is that sound?
Shots fired all around
All is changed, all is same
The blue sky calls my name
…
Every dream I had in me
Everything I wished to be
Are now lost in memories
…
Breaking free from all my chains
All is changed, all is same
With the sky calling my name
Frank Solanki 